Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.